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My job takes me away from home most weekdays, returning home Friday but then that's not always guaranteed every weekend.
One would think it's not the best basis for marriage but our relationship has always been good and strong coupled with elements of fantasy and fun and a sense of humour. We've got no kids.. yet.
I had been away for two clear weeks and just returned home for the weekend and, as usual, we indulged in plenty of sex play with her teasing me before making love; sometimes we could last for hours.
We were gently playing with each other, catching up with chat about our respective weeks, and Sharon said that with the weather turning so nice that she had been swimming up at the lake a few times. I wouldn't have expected her to have done otherwise but it was the way she said that I sensed that there may be more than just swimming involved. So gently pressing her she came out with the fact that she had been seeing Steve, an old colleague of mine, at the lake. (I didn't really take to him too much at the time, a bit too full of himself, I thought, but then he left and joined the Police.)
"What does 'seeing him' mean",
"Well, I went up there a couple of times and saw him there on his own so we got chatting and the next thing was that we arranged to meet as a regular thing; it's been fun".
The real story came out tantalisingly slowly with Sharon checking at each stage that I was OK with it before she continued. There was more messing about than swimming and after a couple times when he 'accidentally' touched her boobs he then began regularly coming up behind her and actually feeling her tits. Sharon has always liked that kind of attention so made no objection. She said that she had fancied Steve for a while so was quite happy to go along with this little game.
Then Steve had criticised the style of her swimsuit, a one piece with preformed bra cups and said he wished he could 'see more of her', so the next time she went to the lake she wore a bikini. It had much thinner material and much less of it.
The first time she wore it he couldn't keep his hands off of her. She was standing chest deep leaning against the side of a diving jetty, he swam up from behind slipping his hands around her waist then sliding them up to her tits, luckily there was no-one else about and he slipped her top up to reveal her lovely breasts. All the time he nibbled her neck, something else that she loved.
The cold water had made her nipples really hard; they were always sensitive.
Then, feeling bolder, he slipped one hand straight down between her legs and started to touch her through the material. She said that she was quite surprised when he did this and she grabbed his wrist and stopped him ... but not for long. She turned her head to face him, watching his eyes as she then slid his hand to the edge of her bikini pants and told him to slip his fingers inside them, urging him to feel her properly. As his hand touched her pussy she was not surprised to feel his erection pressing against her leg so she reached down and released him from his trunks but was then surprised to feel how hot he felt, despite the cold water. Soon they were kissing and playing with each other.
Sharon stopped and looked at me, I guess to see my reaction. "Well?" she asked.
I didn't say anything, as a reply I moved her hand to my erection, then I said, "What do you think?"
She smiled, relieved that I approved.
She said he was very gentle but insistent and slipped a finger inside her as she played with his huge cock. Sharon said that she was so excited, being felt up like that outdoors, in public, even although there was no-one else about, there was still that element of danger, of being seen.
With one finger up inside her, his palm rubbing her clit, his tongue in her mouth, there was no stopping her now as excitement grew. Her legs started to buckle as she orgasmed, and she emphasised that it was one of her strongest ever that she'd ever had. Still holding his cock she rubbed him harder and faster until he came as well and his spunk swirled away in the water around them.
She said that with the weather being good that they have been back to the lake several times but never did more there than mutual masturbation standing in the water because there were always other people drifting around. It was clear where this thing was going in search of the sort of fun that they both wanted so I wasn't surprised when Sharon said she suggested to him that the following day instead of going to the lake he came over to our house.
As she spoke I could feel her excitement rising and could feel her getting wetter and wetter. The thoughts of Steve and her together in our house were having quite an effect on me too.
"When he came here the first time he also bought me some underwear he wanted me to wear for him, said he wanted to see me in it. He brought it round last week and things got a bit passionate but I stopped him going too far, I said that I wanted to wait till you came home until I had told you about what we'd been up to".
"What's it like, let's see".
"No" she said quite firmly, "If you want to see it, I'll invite Steve round for the evening and wear it for him, but if I do that you know what will happen".
Sharon moved so that she was facing me, we were both naked, and kneeling on the bed, "I need to know how you feel about things, if I wear these bits for Steve, I expect he's going to get more than a bit excited, I'm not going to lead him on and then say No, I want you to be there. I want Steve to make love to me, I want you to watch. There I've said it now". She stopped and looked at me, waiting for a response.
"OK, Does Steve know about this?" She nodded.
"Oh Yeah, I told Steve that I will only let him make love with me once you'd got back home so that you could watch, then afterwards you and me would have great sex. I thought you would like that idea, it's a win-win situation. How about it?"
It was not lost on me that she wanted to 'make love' rather than fuck or shag this guy.
She went on, "I figured that as we are going to move soon to another part of the country and, I like Steve .... no, it's more than that, I sort of have real feelings for him, I always have, I want him to make love to me. I know you get turned on by the thoughts of me being with someone else, so Steve is perfect. The last thing I want is to be fucked by a stranger, but whatever happens I will always have you just as you will always have me; nothing changes there".
I was warming to the idea, and it really did turn me on imagining Steve making love to my wife.
"When?" (Did I really say that?)
"He said he could come round tonight if you wanted".
"O.K." I heard myself say, "Let's do it".
Sharon grabbed my cock and I spurted straight away in her hand, I hadn't realised that I was so excited.
"I'll phone him now," she said, jumping at the opportunity (and wiping her hand on a tissue).
So she called and it was arranged that Steve would visit about 7 that evening. She disappeared and then spent hours showering and getting ready. I guess I was a little jealous the way she was acting but, in truth, I was actually looking forward to it as much as she was.
She reappeared freshly scrubbed and smelling delicious wearing her dressing gown and we sat down in living room and had a couple of glasses of wine and then at the sound of the doorbell she disappeared back upstairs. I answered the door to Steve who was standing holding another couple of bottles; this promised to be quite an evening.
Conversation was difficult while we waited for Sharon but then she drifted back into the room. Wow, the atmosphere was electric. She was wearing a black satin wrap and black stockings but was careful not to show anything else.
She walked over to Steve, threw her arms around his neck and kissed the lucky sod full on. It was a kiss with so much passion that seemed to go on forever, I could see her rubbing herself against him and was no doubt feeling his erection.
His hands were all over her, trying to remove the wrap, but she managed to tease for a few minutes longer before facing Steve and waiting for him to undo it. The thin belt offered little resistance and Sharon slipped the wrap off of her shoulders revealing the most beautiful pink lace bra, so thin and delicate with matching panties. She gave a twirl to show us both what she had and it looked very good to me.
She unbuttoned Steve's shirt and I took that as a signal that I should strip too so I quickly got rid of my clothes not wanting to miss anything.
She then undid his trousers and pushed them down but his erection prevented her from doing the same with his underpants, so he had to help.
We both sported erections to be proud of, although his cock was longer but thinner than mine. Sharon turned her back to Steve rubbing her ass against his cock, while he cupped both her breasts in his hands, her nipples were clearly straining against the thin material and she gave a gasp as he pinched them.
Sharon smiled and winked at me and I was aware that I was gently wanking myself. She gasped again and closed her eyes as he pinched her by now very sensitive nipples. Then one hand slipped down to between her legs stroking her pussy but outside of her panties. She put one hand behind her and grasped his cock.
Steve turned her to face him, his hands went to her bra and undid it quickly discarding it then he hooked his thumbs into the top of her panties and started to slide them down. As he levelled with her breasts he stopped and kissed them sucking at her nipples, first one then the other.
As he moved down her body he continued to kiss her, her panties were now at her ankles and his head level with her pussy.
I could see his tongue lapping at her and hear the soft mewling sounds she was making. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I realised that I too was enjoying seeing my wife being caressed by another man.
